The Life of a Mixtape
Precision planning is taking place
birthing wastebaskets full of paper.
Of possibilities. Remember,
it's not only about the songs, but also
their order is just as imperative
to translate feelings through music
during the Eighties. When
the low-grade tape would occasionally rip,
sending static disharmony from the radio
while supplying a plethora of nooses
for the listener to disentangle bit by bit.
The hours of reeling would begin
in earnest as spools were respun,
and no matter the precision of the wasted time,
fixing the discombobulation, the tape
would still be magically mangled
at the best part of every song.
Rage Against the Machine -- Sami Havia